this is it,
right now,
the present,
this empty gas station, here,
this western wind,
this tang of coffee on the tongue,
and I am patting the puppy,
I am watching the mountain.
—Annie Dillard,
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
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| This Is It, I Think 3.5 x 5" postcard; acrylic, ink, collage, and pastel on card stock abstract 2019 |
6 comments:
What a beautiful poem! Thanks for introducing me to a beautiful writer.
A melody of blues,turquoises,purples with just the touch of black, white, and green.
Carol! Thanks for seeing a melody in my art and for calling out some notes!
I took a line of Annie Dillard's prose and formatted it as a poem; glad you enjoyed her keenly observational/spiritual language.
This is it - and this melding of prose and color, your gift to the world today, is making me stop and breathe for a moment. A perfect meditation.
this melding of prose and color—thanks for that translation. my gift to the world today—thanks for that translation, too! happy to have brought a moment of breathing and meditation your way, jen :)
Oh, that poem! I am right there, in the dust. Watching the mountain. No, I'm not talkin Mingus. LOL. I saw her imagery clearly. :)
Your card has me at waters edge, looking into the cool, clear, heavenly wet. I want to dip my toes, and then, jump in!
Sheila, love your water's edge viewpoint, bringing me a new and inviting way to see This Is It.
Speaking of inviting, I love these lines of Annie Dillard that asks me to be present.
This is it, I think,
this is it,
right now,
the present,
this green formica-top table here,
this morning still waiting to wake up,
this tummy empty from night's fast,
and I am writing to Sheila.
I am tapping my greetings on a keyboard.
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